2016 Scottish Cup Final - Hibernian FC v Rangers

[Lord Snooty]

It's over. 

[1320Lichtie]

It's over. 

Tis

I'm 25 years old now though and it is by far the best Scottish cup final I've watched in my lifetime.

Will be remembered forever.

[Monkey Tennis]

On 2017-5-21 at 20:12, Eoin Doyle said:

When Partick win the Scottish Cup. I'll be expecting a pitch invasion. 

Me too, given that I've seen them launch one for an equaliser in the Ramsden's Cup before.

[Dave1875]

2 hours ago, Lord Snooty said:

It's over. 

It'll never be over. No matter who wins the cup from now on, even if we win the cup next season or a couple seasons down the line it'll never compare to the 21st of May, which is sad in a way (why am I fucking rhyming?) but we've gotten the hoodoo out of the way (goddammit) and will never trade anything for that day (f**k!). 

Even after everyone has gotten tired of it we'll still be exploiting it till the end of time

[Bully Wee Villa]

I'm not a Hibs fan but I'm far from being bored of it. Fantastic match, fantastic result, fantastic SCENES at the end.

[Lord Snooty]

I just wanted the last word as Hibs relinquish their title.

[The Grass Is Greener.]

3-2 

[Lofarl]

It's almost impossible to imagine that day going any better for me.  Not just the game but the little things that made that day so special.  I had to work that morning, weirdly I slept really well.  Got into work and a few workmates were able to cover for me so I got away really early. Home for a bit of lunch and was in Glasgow by 1.  Bumped into a guy I went to school with in a pub and had a few pints with him before getting the train to Hampden.  By luck I bumped into my 2 pals that were going via the bounce bus.  A quick few drinks in the Asda car park and I was already half cut.  I felt so confident that we would do it.  I never feel confident with Hibs.  Ever.

 

Normally at semis or finals I'm surrounded by the daytrip fans and I feel like a fanny being the only one belting out songs in the vicinity. Not this time.  I was surrounded by proper Hibees.  Songs were being belted out and banter was great.  Going 1 up you could just sense it.  You knew it was happening.  Honestly I can't really remember feeling anxious.  Even at 2-1 down when I was getting sympathetic texts from my girlfriend and GIFRY texts from a few jambo mates I have.  I still felt we would do it.  I was near the pitch in my section.  When Stokes made it 2 I must have teleported because the next thing I knew I was up against the railing.  I got back to my seat eventually.  Every time I see the winner...which is pretty often.  I look into the crowd and I can see myself going mental.  It's a great I was there moment.  Some people have said that the time between the goal and the final whistle took an age.  Not for me.  It flew by.  A few people jumped onto the pitch, then a few more and a few more.  It was then I decided was I f**k sitting on that stand.  That moment, just embracing Hibees on the pitch was amazing.  Afterwards I jumped into the main stand, because I was getting a lift back with my mate who was taking his old man to the game and so I could get a good view of the presentation.  I also got to shake old Sam Martinez's hand.  A pretty nice thing to see him witness that day too.  On the way out I also managed to speak to Pat Nevin.  Then listening to the greeting tears of Chick Young topped off a great journey home.

 

Got to my girlfriends house, grabbed a shower and ate my dinner.  She had arranged movie night that night.  Was I f**k sitting in watching a DVD.  Out to the Mash Tun and had a fantastic night with most my Hibs pals that I go to the games with.  Staggered back to my girlfriends flat and got my nat king. 

 

 

[Insaintee]

This thread will never die.   

 

 

 

Unlike the ****

[The Ginger Prince]

It's almost impossible to imagine that day going any better for me.  Not just the game but the little things that made that day so special.  I had to work that morning, weirdly I slept really well.  Got into work and a few workmates were able to cover for me so I got away really early. Home for a bit of lunch and was in Glasgow by 1.  Bumped into a guy I went to school with in a pub and had a few pints with him before getting the train to Hampden.  By luck I bumped into my 2 pals that were going via the bounce bus.  A quick few drinks in the Asda car park and I was already half cut.  I felt so confident that we would do it.  I never feel confident with Hibs.  Ever.
 
Normally at semis or finals I'm surrounded by the daytrip fans and I feel like a fanny being the only one belting out songs in the vicinity. Not this time.  I was surrounded by proper Hibees.  Songs were being belted out and banter was great.  Going 1 up you could just sense it.  You knew it was happening.  Honestly I can't really remember feeling anxious.  Even at 2-1 down when I was getting sympathetic texts from my girlfriend and GIFRY texts from a few jambo mates I have.  I still felt we would do it.  I was near the pitch in my section.  When Stokes made it 2 I must have teleported because the next thing I knew I was up against the railing.  I got back to my seat eventually.  Every time I see the winner...which is pretty often.  I look into the crowd and I can see myself going mental.  It's a great I was there moment.  Some people have said that the time between the goal and the final whistle took an age.  Not for me.  It flew by.  A few people jumped onto the pitch, then a few more and a few more.  It was then I decided was I f**k sitting on that stand.  That moment, just embracing Hibees on the pitch was amazing.  Afterwards I jumped into the main stand, because I was getting a lift back with my mate who was taking his old man to the game and so I could get a good view of the presentation.  I also got to shake old Sam Martinez's hand.  A pretty nice thing to see him witness that day too.  On the way out I also managed to speak to Pat Nevin.  Then listening to the greeting tears of Chick Young topped off a great journey home.
 
Got to my girlfriends house, grabbed a shower and ate my dinner.  She had arranged movie night that night.  Was I f**k sitting in watching a DVD.  Out to the Mash Tun and had a fantastic night with most my Hibs pals that I go to the games with.  Staggered back to my girlfriends flat and got my nat king. 
 
 

Absolutely fucking beautiful.

[Lebowski]

It's almost impossible to imagine that day going any better for me.  Not just the game but the little things that made that day so special.  I had to work that morning, weirdly I slept really well.  Got into work and a few workmates were able to cover for me so I got away really early. Home for a bit of lunch and was in Glasgow by 1.  Bumped into a guy I went to school with in a pub and had a few pints with him before getting the train to Hampden.  By luck I bumped into my 2 pals that were going via the bounce bus.  A quick few drinks in the Asda car park and I was already half cut.  I felt so confident that we would do it.  I never feel confident with Hibs.  Ever.
 
Normally at semis or finals I'm surrounded by the daytrip fans and I feel like a fanny being the only one belting out songs in the vicinity. Not this time.  I was surrounded by proper Hibees.  Songs were being belted out and banter was great.  Going 1 up you could just sense it.  You knew it was happening.  Honestly I can't really remember feeling anxious.  Even at 2-1 down when I was getting sympathetic texts from my girlfriend and GIFRY texts from a few jambo mates I have.  I still felt we would do it.  I was near the pitch in my section.  When Stokes made it 2 I must have teleported because the next thing I knew I was up against the railing.  I got back to my seat eventually.  Every time I see the winner...which is pretty often.  I look into the crowd and I can see myself going mental.  It's a great I was there moment.  Some people have said that the time between the goal and the final whistle took an age.  Not for me.  It flew by.  A few people jumped onto the pitch, then a few more and a few more.  It was then I decided was I f**k sitting on that stand.  That moment, just embracing Hibees on the pitch was amazing.  Afterwards I jumped into the main stand, because I was getting a lift back with my mate who was taking his old man to the game and so I could get a good view of the presentation.  I also got to shake old Sam Martinez's hand.  A pretty nice thing to see him witness that day too.  On the way out I also managed to speak to Pat Nevin.  Then listening to the greeting tears of Chick Young topped off a great journey home.
 
Got to my girlfriends house, grabbed a shower and ate my dinner.  She had arranged movie night that night.  Was I f**k sitting in watching a DVD.  Out to the Mash Tun and had a fantastic night with most my Hibs pals that I go to the games with.  Staggered back to my girlfriends flat and got my nat king. 
 
 

Mines was very different from yours. I have spent years of hyping myself up to f**k when Hibs are in a cup final. Last year I stopped. I decided to pay as little attention as possible to it until it was the day of the game.

I refused to get on the same bus as my old man and my closest mates and said I'd see them pre match for a beer. My wee brother was with them with a couple of his mates, and they were buzzing out their nuts.

It was only an hour and a half before the game where I was asked by a 17 year old what I thought the score would be that I considered it. And it occurred to me that I thought Hibs would win. We were better than the ****. I got mental butterflies thinking about it.

I also considered that I'd talked myself into confidence for every cup final I'd been to. And it had mostly not went that well...

I seen the team. And thought Stokes and Cummings never play well together. Then I looked at the **** team, and thought they'd kill for about 8 of our players.

So I walked in and thought we'd win. We scored, then should have been a cricket score up. Then they equalised. But we were better than them at half time. Then they scored again. And we kept battering them. I turned round at one point when we were 2 1 down and said we can't lose this. Then we didn't.

Hibs are not, and never will be, ordinary.

[Crawford Bridge]

I had never even seen Hibs take the lead in a Scottish Cup Final until last year, never mind winning the b*****d!

[Bambino7]

12 hours ago, Lofarl said:

It's almost impossible to imagine that day going any better for me.  Not just the game but the little things that made that day so special.  I had to work that morning, weirdly I slept really well.  Got into work and a few workmates were able to cover for me so I got away really early. Home for a bit of lunch and was in Glasgow by 1.  Bumped into a guy I went to school with in a pub and had a few pints with him before getting the train to Hampden.  By luck I bumped into my 2 pals that were going via the bounce bus.  A quick few drinks in the Asda car park and I was already half cut.  I felt so confident that we would do it.  I never feel confident with Hibs.  Ever.

 

Normally at semis or finals I'm surrounded by the daytrip fans and I feel like a fanny being the only one belting out songs in the vicinity. Not this time.  I was surrounded by proper Hibees.  Songs were being belted out and banter was great.  Going 1 up you could just sense it.  You knew it was happening.  Honestly I can't really remember feeling anxious.  Even at 2-1 down when I was getting sympathetic texts from my girlfriend and GIFRY texts from a few jambo mates I have.  I still felt we would do it.  I was near the pitch in my section.  When Stokes made it 2 I must have teleported because the next thing I knew I was up against the railing.  I got back to my seat eventually.  Every time I see the winner...which is pretty often.  I look into the crowd and I can see myself going mental.  It's a great I was there moment.  Some people have said that the time between the goal and the final whistle took an age.  Not for me.  It flew by.  A few people jumped onto the pitch, then a few more and a few more.  It was then I decided was I f**k sitting on that stand.  That moment, just embracing Hibees on the pitch was amazing.  Afterwards I jumped into the main stand, because I was getting a lift back with my mate who was taking his old man to the game and so I could get a good view of the presentation.  I also got to shake old Sam Martinez's hand.  A pretty nice thing to see him witness that day too.  On the way out I also managed to speak to Pat Nevin.  Then listening to the greeting tears of Chick Young topped off a great journey home.

 

Got to my girlfriends house, grabbed a shower and ate my dinner.  She had arranged movie night that night.  Was I f**k sitting in watching a DVD.  Out to the Mash Tun and had a fantastic night with most my Hibs pals that I go to the games with.  Staggered back to my girlfriends flat and got my nat king. 

 

 

Background piano to Perfect Day reading that mate. 

[Insaintee]

22 hours ago, Lofarl said:

It's almost impossible to imagine that day going any better for me.  Not just the game but the little things that made that day so special.  I had to work that morning, weirdly I slept really well.  Got into work and a few workmates were able to cover for me so I got away really early. Home for a bit of lunch and was in Glasgow by 1.  Bumped into a guy I went to school with in a pub and had a few pints with him before getting the train to Hampden.  By luck I bumped into my 2 pals that were going via the bounce bus.  A quick few drinks in the Asda car park and I was already half cut.  I felt so confident that we would do it.  I never feel confident with Hibs.  Ever.

 

Normally at semis or finals I'm surrounded by the daytrip fans and I feel like a fanny being the only one belting out songs in the vicinity. Not this time.  I was surrounded by proper Hibees.  Songs were being belted out and banter was great.  Going 1 up you could just sense it.  You knew it was happening.  Honestly I can't really remember feeling anxious.  Even at 2-1 down when I was getting sympathetic texts from my girlfriend and GIFRY texts from a few jambo mates I have.  I still felt we would do it.  I was near the pitch in my section.  When Stokes made it 2 I must have teleported because the next thing I knew I was up against the railing.  I got back to my seat eventually.  Every time I see the winner...which is pretty often.  I look into the crowd and I can see myself going mental.  It's a great I was there moment.  Some people have said that the time between the goal and the final whistle took an age.  Not for me.  It flew by.  A few people jumped onto the pitch, then a few more and a few more.  It was then I decided was I f**k sitting on that stand.  That moment, just embracing Hibees on the pitch was amazing.  Afterwards I jumped into the main stand, because I was getting a lift back with my mate who was taking his old man to the game and so I could get a good view of the presentation.  I also got to shake old Sam Martinez's hand.  A pretty nice thing to see him witness that day too.  On the way out I also managed to speak to Pat Nevin.  Then listening to the greeting tears of Chick Young topped off a great journey home.

 

Got to my girlfriends house, grabbed a shower and ate my dinner.  She had arranged movie night that night.  Was I f**k sitting in watching a DVD.  Out to the Mash Tun and had a fantastic night with most my Hibs pals that I go to the games with.  Staggered back to my girlfriends flat and got my nat king. 

 

 

Believable, except the bit about having a girlfriend, there you've gone too far. 

[Zing.]

@Solitaire

 

[The Grass Is Greener.]

@Solitaire

[The Grass Is Greener.]

On 14/05/2016 at 23:22, Solitaire said:

 

 

Ok.

 

You're so sure.

 

I offer you a bet.

 

Hibs win...I never post again...I end my account.

 

Rangers win...you never post again....your account is void.

 

Deal?

 

I believe what I'm saying....you're full of shite but ok.

 

As you're so sure.

Offt. 

[Solitaire]

Just now, The Grass Is Greener. said:

Offt. 

Good searching.....well done.

Now show me one person who took on the bet wee sacks.

When you can't....and will realise you've fucked up....inject one for me.

[The Grass Is Greener.]

Heads gone.

[Solitaire]

Just now, The Grass Is Greener. said:

Heads gone.

Get to bed then.